3SS Mr. Munn stood up. "Did you ever notice/' Doctor MacDonald asked, "how what happens to people seems sort of made to order for them? When you think about it." "Why don't matter I" Mr. Munn exclaimed, and jerked his arm forward in a violent, sweeping gesture of dismissal. " We're licked. The reason for things is gone. For what we did. Like flood water going down and leaving trash and stuff up in a tree." He jabbed his forefinger at the other man's breast. "That's you/' he asserted, "left high and dry. Stuck up in a tree." Then, more quietly, he added: " And me. Both of us." Doctor MacDonald laid a hand on his shoulder, and said, " Take it easy." Mr. Munn sat down again. " But there was a reason," he said. They talked of the trial, which would begin in two more days. As he started out, behind Mr. Dickey, who had come to let him out of Doctor MacDonald's cell, his glance fell upon the door of the cell where Trevelyan had been. An old man was in there now, lying on the cot, his thin body lax and huddled like a pile of old clothes. He was in for murder. He had gone out to milk one morning, and had brought the milk in and strained it and put it away; then, with an ice- pick, he had killed his wife as she leaned over the stove preparing breakfast, then his pregnant daughter, who was lying in bed, then the young child at her side. He had killed the son-in-law with a rifle when he came back to the house from feeding the stock. He had called the sheriff. Then he had gone to bed and wrapped himself up in the bedclothes. He had been asleep when the sheriff came for him. Now, in his cell, he lay on his cot, only stirring to reply to questions. He answered questions with a dazed and innocent patience like a man scarcely aroused from sleep. Mr. Munn could not recall his name.